Sinnari House

I am a slave who was brought by slave traders forcefully and sold me in the jellaba market at a low price because I was skinny and my yellowness overcame my tan to the point that whoever bought me thought I was sick with the plague, so he returned me to the merchant and refunded what he paid. The latter kept me for three months, forcing me to eat more than I could bear. He would stuff food into my mouth with all ten fingers of his hand. If I hesitated, he would pinch me with an iron nib on my thigh, so I would devour what he offered me to kill my pain with another pain. And when I became fat, he sold me for double my original price, but my master saw strange things about me, so he released me **This novel captures a strange, forgotten story from the history of Egypt, which books and chronicles did not mention except in a few lines. The writer breathed into it his imagination and the result of his knowledge and understanding of the influence of the past on the present to create from all of this a narrative in which history embraces art and beauty combines with knowledge.